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Roleplay Boards => Archived Roleplays => Climax Control Archives => Topic started by: Chris Shipman on June 28, 2016, 12:02:56 PM
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The scene opens up to an outdoor garden on a beautiful sunny day. There are colorful flowers lining the ground and fresh fruit still hanging in the trees. The camera pans by a tomato patch to see Shipman tending to some of the vines, picking ripe tomatoes, pruning some leaves. Shipman is dressed in his priest robes and a smock. He finishes his chore and stands up, brushes the dirt off, and turns towards the camera.
Shipman: Tomatoes, they are a true thing of beauty aren’t they? Think about it, a tomato’s true beauty is on the inside. Like a person’s true beauty. How so you might ask? A tomato ripens from the inside out, therefore event though the look ugly and not ready on the outside, they are juicy and ready for you on the inside. I know, now you are thinking how a person like myself who does such maniacal acts like crucify a man at a wrestling show can have true inner beauty. Well you would be right; there is no inner beauty here. You dig deep in my soul and you will see why the devil fears me and why heaven won’t accept me. If you thought what I did at Climax Control 151 was bad, or if you thought the hell I put Goth through was bad, than you really haven’t gave my psyche enough credit. See even though I am a reverend, I have a mean streak ten miles long, ten miles wide, and when it comes to saving the sinners I am not above such debauchery as maiming, stabbing, pissing on a man when he is down, you get the idea. The longer I decide to stay here in the SCW, the more you will find out just how deranged a man used as a tool by the Greater Powers can become.
Shipman bites into a tomato. The juice flows down his face and drips off his chin. His sadistic smile straightens to a look of seriousness.
Shipman: Now we look to this week. I go from wrestling a party boy to wrestling a party boy rock star. Meanwhile behind the scenes I got James Tuscini and Casey Williams hunting me down wanting revenge. Normally this would not bother me but you know what, I think this is bullshit. I am a monster, a legend, the original psycho and some booker in the back looks at me like a joke. Yes Ryan Keys got lucky and did defeat me in my return and I have no excuses. But I still made my mark, I chose my target and even though some are taking it personal, there is nothing personal with it. To this point I have no grudges with anybody in that locker room. I have my eyes set on one thing, the roulette championship. James, Casey, this has nothing to do with neither of you two; it was just a matter of wrong place at the wrong time. In due time, you will both be mere dots in my rear view mirror as I continue down my road to greatness.
Shipman finishes the tomato, wipes his face clean and looks at his plants. He flicks what must have been a bug off of a leaf before turning back to the camera. The skies grow dark as some cloud cover moves in. Shipman notices this and almost seems to embrace it.
Shipman: As I was saying before as I got sidetracked. This week sees me up against the rock star Alex Rush. A man who is more worried about pops from the crowd and make a comedic spectacle out of this business. I swear, I wouldn’t be surprised if this man is the reason behind the penis lock hip toss video all over the internet. Some men, treat this sport with honor and respect, others like myself, turn it into a combat sport and feel most at home in Japan doing “King of the Death-match” tournaments. Then there is Alex Rush. I know my “stock” as Tommy Knocks put is down. I know I am getting no respect from anyone in any arena we go to, and losing to some curtain jerker like Keys isn’t helping my case but just as the big book says. There is a day of reckoning and a day of redemption. When we enter at Climax Control 152, there will be one of each Alex. I will watch you fall as I kneel down in the center of that ring, raise my hands to the air and thank the Greater Powers for redeeming me, their right and left hand and continue on to do their bidding. Alex, I know you will come to Lake Tahoe, full of piss and vinegar, you are going to be excited, you are going to probably dance and sing around that ring like nobody is watching, but when the dust settles and all is said and done, you will be full of tears and plasma, being wheeled into an ambulance, that dance will be the pain in your nerves causing you to twitch, and the only singing will be cries to your mother, and to the lord all mighty begging for forgiveness. You are about to be center stage of my rock concert, and trust me, it will make you scream.
Shipman slowly walks through his garden as a bit of rain begins trickling down. One of his congregation members runs up to him, their face concealed behind a mask, and opens an umbrella over his head and hands him a cold glass of lemonade. Shipman takes a couple sips, sounding refreshed, and thanks the member.
Shipman: Alex, I have a wrong to right. Two weeks ago I was wronged in my match. This week I will defeat you, I will toy with James and Casey, and I will go onto Summer XXXtreme IV to continue my cleansing of the SCW. With the Seven Deadly Sins by my side, there is no force on this planet that can stop me from doing what I came here to do, complete the mission set upon me by the Greater Powers. Alex Rush, you will be saved, and in due time, James Tuscini you will be saved, and if Casey Williams wants to stick his Darwin theory-esque nose in my business, than you too will be saved.
Shipman enters a chapel looking building by the garden. From inside you can hear a chorus of “amen” as the door slowly closes behind him and the scene fades to black.